Things I Wanted To Say: (but never did)

Words are pretty, but most of the time they’re meaningless. That’s why I show her that I love her.

I refuse to ever let that happen to me. To my future. I want to raise my children. Love my wife.

I went and fell in love with her.

“I would do whatever you wanted as long as it pleased you.”

“Fat and beautiful.”

“I’d feed you breakfast in bed. All the fresh croissants and butter you could ever want.”

“If you were with me, I’d make sure you’d eat,”

“I don’t have time.”

“Do you never eat? You’re skin and bones,”

Love shouldn’t be dark. All-consuming. That’s passion.

Obsession.

And won’t we eventually get tired of that?

Grow tired of each other?